Mechanics

So the mechanics of doubt

tic-toc

like a clock ill-fitted
unwound

Still they sit

staring

down the barrel of weariness

Shouting with no voice

no name

The mechanics

of dull days

Jutted

Each night climb down
jutted rock,
retire defeating thoughts

Each day climb up
and out with light

Shone in open hands

  

Figure Eights

Gliding through the night
wondering
how far the ice will hold

These flashes
vivid, gliding flashes

             Floating

Singularly
though not alone